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In my recurring dreams my family and I live in a 4 storey unit. The first 2 storeys are just enough for us as a family so we do not use the 3rd and 4th storey. The weird part of my dream is that I know that the unit's previous occupiers/owners were murdered there and that all their things, furniture, appliances, clothes are still in the unit, most of which are in the 3rd and 4th storey. On some occasions I would open the wife's and children's clothes cabinets and look at their things and wonder what really happened to them.

My ex girlfriend of three years marrying the man who married me and my wife at the time of 8 years. I was the best man, wearing black on black matte, with gloss. she was wearing a skin tight form fitting patent leather shiny black steam-punk/victorian/goth gown with white cuffs that had chrome studs, patent bright white leather stilettos, the sky was silver, pillars on either side were piano laquer white, floor was a black marble with deep blue, silver and purple specs, i was standing to the stage right and rear of her. Names myself Brian, friend Jaret, Ex Tasheica. It was very surrealistic. cant remember anything else

A zombie apocalypse had taken place. My best friend and I had survived for years, and we took in anyone in need of help and treated them like family. I saw my best friend lying on the bed, moaning with blood coming from her nose and mouth, her skin looking a bit discolored. I (hesitantly) stuck a screwdriver through her head so she wouldn't have to suffer the mindless existence of being undead. I didn't realize it, but she was speaking fluent English. Although I stabbed her multiple time in an attempt the relinquish her from the hell the world was, she wouldn't pass. I then came to the realization that she wasn't a zombie, because she was speaking to me, telling me that things were going to be okay . She then fell silent and limb, and tears came from my eyes.

I dreamt that i was with a very familiar small group of people of my own culture and we had a assembly in honour of some sort of importance. there was among the people, a famous singer and with her, her family. i had to go up front and start playing a song that was written by me but no one else knew the song. so i started to sing it with another person and finally it was recorded. then the famous lady's dad, who is actually already deceased, came to join us out of nowhere and he started to sing this song. and the people were weeping with joy about this special song. it seemed like they liked the song very much, but didn't really understand it.

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